"I'm sorry, Mrs. Davis-Montague," Terence replied teasingly. "It does roll off the tongue quite nicely. Mrs. Tracey Davis-Montague." He knew that the formality wasn't necessary, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. He might have hoped that chatting with her would rile Isaac up a bit, but Terence didn't want to cause any serious trouble for Tracey.
"Do you think?" Terence asked, allowing her to take one of his gloves. He wasn't sure if he wanted Tracey to be totally honest, if she decided to answer at all, but he wanted to see how she would respond. He knew that he wasn't the best seeker in the league, he didn't have the natural talent, but he was definitely the one who worked the hardest. "Do you think I need a new pair?" Terence asked. "I like the leather of these. Sturdy, good grip, but very flexible."
"Has he been unkind to you, Tracey?" Terence asked, voiced tinged with worry. Tracey might have accepted Montague's terms, whatever they were, but she still deserved to be happy in their arrangement.